This is your history,
it seems a novel or a television film.
Laws between the lines, c' it is wonder astonishment and fantasy,
behind single and butterflies c' it is a sight.
A time the sun illuminated to you,
now ago scottare the words that you have.
Your sight has been consumed,
your slow and rigid hand
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